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 Confident, yet nervous deep inside, Lucas Oberon bowed to his master and
sat across from him on the mat.  The wise old master, with long silvery
hair and a clean-trimmed beard, looked at his pupil intensely with dark
black eyes.  Although a strong athletic youth himself, Lucas felt as
powerless as a newborn babe in his master's presence.

   "Very well young one.  Remove your ceremonial garb and let us begin."

   Lucas nonchalantly untied the belt to his velvet robe and let the smooth
fabric drop to the floor.  His master did likewise, removing his coverings
and exposing a strong hard body not diminished by the ravages of age. 
Lucas's eyes frequently strayed over the curves and sinewy muscles of his
master's physique.  In his wildest fantasies the boy wished to be the man's
passive lover, eager and hungry to feel his master's fullness deep inside
him.  But the master had already taken a beloved student into his bed.  A
student with a softer body, brighter boyish smile, long curly locks of
corn-colored hair, and a soul untainted by the wickedness of the realms. 
Lucas knew he could never compare, and resigned himself to mere daydreams
of what could be if fate had played out differently.

   The sÃ(C)ance room around them projected a holo-image of a tranquil old
Earth landscape of a vibrant green forest.  The master and student sat
cross-legged on the soft white mat with their hands resting in their laps.
Lucas trembled as he made contact with his master's probing eyes.  Naked in
body and spirit, there was no defense or shelter for the boy to seek refuge
in.  His soul was bare and vulnerable.  He could only rely on his faith and
trust that his master's intentions were pure as he prepared himself for the
ceremony.

   "Master, as your student I put my trust and future in your hands.  I
face this challenge, and the challenges in my future with confidence and
humility.  Even after failure, I shall strive to strengthen my will and
prove myself to you with every action I take.  Although I can never be your
son by blood, I view you as my father, my lord, and master.  And my love
for you will be undying.  This is the oath I pledge to you."

   The slightest tremor of emotion shone on the master's unreadable face,
and then grew cold.

   "Very well Lucas.  We shall begin our first test of strength to prove
that you are worthy of my instruction.  It is quite a simple one.  One that
you have been quite familiar with in your teachings.  That of the lesson of
wills.  The ability to focus your mind against psionic influence.  Keep
your gaze on my eyes and never waver.  Keep your mental defenses strong."

   Lucas stared trustingly in his master's eyes and scrunched his face up
in concentration.  The master's eyes were like dark inky pools that
reflected nothing and revealed nothing.  When his master's eyes filled with
a colorful light he reacted with great surprise.

   "Rest young one, let go.  Sleep in the bosom of your mother's warmth,
contented and overtaken with bliss."

   Lucas's expression drooped slightly, and the bright colorful array of
spiraling colors transfixed his vision.  The master's powers rolled over
his waking thoughts like a slow-moving fog.  But the boy stood firm.

   "As your master and lord, I command you to submit to my authority and
shut your eyes tight!"

   Lucas was shaken by the sudden shouting of this normally soft-spoken
man, letting his guard down and letting the colorful spirals enrapture his
mind further.  His mouth hung open and his eyes bulged as his master's
powers shattered his will and bored deeply into his very soul.  Lucas
mentally fought off this assault with all the strength in his being.  But
he felt paralyzed in limb like a granite statue.  There was no choice of
him but to stare wide open and deeper into the maddening spirals.

   "Imagine us young one, master and student, lying together with limbs
entwined, overtaken by passion and lust, hot heavy breath on your yielding
flesh, drugged with the pleasure that my powers grant you.  You lay gentle
of compliant while I bear down on you and spear your lovable bum with the
full pleasure of my manhood.  Let me hear your throaty cries of desire. 
Lose yourself in your dreams and fantasies, where we can be together
always."

   Lucas was completely unprepared for his master's erotically tinged
commands.  The boy's felt the fires of passion rise up out of his stomach
and spread over his body in a wave of pleasing tingles.  His hardness grew
full and throbbing, and his breathing grew shallow.  His heart pounded and
his body perspired.  The boy so wanted to be in his masters loving arms,
kissing passionately every bare part of his skin like in all the romance
vids.  His mind was torn apart by duty and desire.  Lucas so wanted to
please his master by abstaining, but wanted to give into his caresses just
the same.

   "Come to me young one.  Come to paradise."

   Lucas gritted his teeth, tensed his body, and desperately ignored his
wet leaking cock to try to transcend his physical needs.  His willpower was
weakened to the limits, but a small spark of defiance kept him from giving
up completely.

   "M-m-m-asster!" Luke screamed, feeling a great pressure build up inside
him.

   The old man's eyes spiraled with steady euphoric colors, enrapturing
Lucas with their bewitching pleasure.  The master looked sympathetically
over at his anguished student, pained and in need of release.  Very few
students reached this level during the first lesson.  Lucas was truly a
gifted young man, just as he had surmised.  But the lesson was to come to
an end.  The old master increased his psionic powers slightly and broke
through Lucas's last defenses.  The boy was his.

   "Release!"

   Lucas orgasmed involuntarily and shot his seed all over the plush mat
below.  With a great gasp, he arched his back and watched the colored
spirals recede from his master's eyes.  Now they were the dark pools the
boy had always known.  The mind-dulling fog had lifted, and the student's
wits had returned to him.  Lucas moaned as his mind snapped back to the
stark reality of the situation.  He looked down briefly at his hard stiff
cum-coated shafted and the mess of his seed on the mat in front of him. 
Lucas blushed in embarrassment and forced his mind back to the master's
attention.

   "Master?" Lucas asked meekly.  "I don't understand.  Is the lesson over?
Did I fail you?"

   The wise old man smiled warmly.

   "Nothing of the sort cherub.  The lesson of wills is a simple evaluation
to test a student's abilities at repelling psionic attacks.  And an
important reminder to train your mind as vigorously as you do with the
physical self.  You've done well for someone so young, but there's always
room for improvement."

   Lucas's face brightened at the master's rare compliment.  Despite the
hardship and training, the calm secluded environment of Master Plutonis's
sanctuary was paradise to him.  Years of suffering and starving on the
ruined home world of the Epcars had taken its toll on the boy.  Life among
the ruins was a harsh one, raiding dispenser units for scraps of food and
outrunning annihilator the squads that stalked the rubble-strewn streets
day and night.  Lucas Oberon had been saved from that constant fear and
loneliness by the love of an outsider.  A wise man in heavy robes, scouring
the wreckage for lost souls.  He'd found one.  A strong boy, but
good-natured and open hearted enough to accept the love that the master and
his other students offered freely.  Plutonius had learned the secrets of
time and space to create a hidden sanctuary, existing in another realm that
was protected from all those that would harm the last living Epcars.  There
the children would thrive, in the vast open meadowlands that had been
conjured up out of nothingness.  And in the gleaming golden temple, they
would learn the lost knowledge of humanity, crushed by the repressive
forces of AI 01.

   In the midst off all of this intrigue sat a boy on a soiled mat,
dreaming of the day that Plutonious would fall victim to his charms.  It
just a matter of time.